Mr. D: Black Mountain Academy

by Alta Hensley

  “Are you still angry with me?”

  “No. I feel we have some things to discuss, a lot to work out, and we have to figure out what our path will be next. But no, I’m not mad.”

  A smile washed over her breathtakingly beautiful face. “So, does that mean you are considering there being an us?”

  I took a ragged breath to attempt to steady my composure. The time had come to ask the question haunting me since finding out the truth. I tried to poise myself by taking another drink of my wine. “I need honesty.”

  She nodded. “I’ll give it to you.”

  “Do you feel you still have an obsession over the teacher in L.A.? It must have been bad if it landed you in the hospital,” I asked, keeping my gaze locked on her.

  “It was bad,” she almost whispered. “But I worked through it. At least with my sickness over him I did. And if you would have kept rejecting me, I can’t say it wouldn’t have gone really bad with you too. I would like to say I’d be strong enough to fight off the really dark demons, but I don’t know.”

  “How bad was it?” I leaned toward her, reaching for her hand.

  “I hate talking about this, but…” The blush on her face began to take over. “He didn’t have feelings for me. Never did. It was one-sided completely, but I kept thinking I could make him love me, but when that didn’t happen, I got angry. I keyed his car, I spray painted his house, I broke windows… and I set his place on fire.” Corrine pulled her hand away and reached for her wine, taking a large swig.

  “Jesus…”

  She took another deep breath. “He said he wouldn’t press charges if I agreed to get help. So, I went away and missed most of my senior year which is why I had to repeat it. But there was no way I could return to the same school because enough people knew and were talking. And there was also the fact he had a restraining order on me. So, I decided to attend Black Mountain Academy.” She paused, shrugged, and took another sip of wine. “I guess people would assume I didn’t get enough help because I fell hard for another man who was older than me and in a place of authority. I developed a crush for my principal. I’m sure my shrink would call it Daddy issues, but I can’t help who I find attractive. And when I saw you… I thought you were the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. I had to get your attention somehow, and yes, I lied. But I really couldn’t think of any other way. The difference with you versus the teacher in L.A. is that you actually seemed to care about me. You saw a side of me that no one saw. You made me feel… loved.”

  “I fell hard for you too. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be nearly as hard. It would have been easy to turn my back on you.” She was owed my full honesty as well.

  “Really? You fell for me? Do you think there”—she looked around self-consciously, blushing even further—“is a chance that you and I could really be together. Not just in hiding?”

  “Well,” I said after a long moment’s silence. “I think you need to graduate. Which isn’t a long time from now.” I narrowed my eyes as I took a sip of wine. “As long as you stop missing school, that is. I’ll excuse the last week, but no more freebies. No special treatment.”

  A glow of embarrassment and unease blended together and washed over her cheeks. “Yes. I promise.” Corrine allowed her gaze to move from me, to the calm surface of the lake.

  “And I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, because it’s not. We are in different stages of our lives. I don’t know what that means. You still have to figure out what you want out of life and I can’t be the one holding you back.”

  She kept her eyes fixed on the moonlight’s glow. She remained silent and didn’t say anything.

  I spoke again, impatient for a response. “Look at me. Talk to me.”

  She fidgeted beneath my hot glare. “You have to figure out what you want too. Is it me?”

  I nodded. “It is.” I poured each of us some more wine. “We need to figure out how to make that work, but I’m committed if you are.”

  “It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” she said softly, then paused as our waiter approached and placed our entrees before us.

  I reached for Corrine’s hand and squeezed. My eyes connected with hers, silently letting her know we were going to be fine. The waiter was rapid and in moments, gone.

  “Are you okay with keeping our relationship a secret?” I asked, my voice low. “I have to still remain Mr. D to you for much of the day. You will still be a student at Black Mountain Academy, and that situation could start to take its toll.”

  Corrine nodded as she took a bite of her enchilada. “I am. We don’t have a choice. But I get nervous that you’ll want someone older like that Shelly woman.” She stiffened in her chair and reached for her wine with a shaky hand. “I don’t want to eventually be seen as just a kid to you.”

  “If I saw you as just a kid, I wouldn’t even be sitting here with you.” My voice was deep and hoarse, my throat tight as if reluctant to let the words escape. I stopped eating, blew out a breath and said, “I know you had it rough in the past. I know you have never truly had someone love and stand by your side. I also know you are going to struggle believing that I would. But you need to believe me when I say this. No matter what you fear, I’d never cheat on you. I’d never disrespect you like that. I broke it off with Shelly the minute you and I had sex.”

  Corrine took a long drink of her wine. “I’m going to start seeing someone… a therapist. I know what I did was wrong. And I also really want you and me to work.” She looked down at her plate and then giggled. “And I really don’t want to burn down your house after our first fight.”

  I shook my head and nearly choked on my food as I burst out in laughter. “I think that’s a good idea. Arson isn’t really on my list of things I want to deal with.” I looked up into her eyes, growing serious. “I plan to be by your side while you battle the monsters. You aren’t in this alone.”

  She softly touched my hand. Her palm was warm, smooth, and delivered chills racing up and down my spine. She looked deep within my eyes, and I wondered how I could ever resist a woman like her? She was in my blood.

  She may have forced her way in but was there regardless.

  “I’ve never felt that way in my life. Never,” she said.

  “Well then we’re even. Because you sure as hell have introduced me to a wave of intense feelings myself. It’s like a rollercoaster. Thrilling.”

  She winked. “I like hearing I got your blood pumping.”

  I chuckled. “Yeah, you definitely woke up something I had pushed deep inside. I’ll give you that.” With a mischievous smile, I asked, “Do you want to get out of here? Let’s go home.”

  She glanced at her plate and then mine. “We haven’t finished eating yet.”

  “All I want right now is to pick you up, toss you over my shoulder, and carry you out of this restaurant. I want you alone so I can show you just how much you have gotten into my head, my heart, and my body.” I pushed my chair back, grabbed my wallet, and placed a pile of cash on the table.

  “We didn’t get the bill yet—”

  “Corrine…” I reached out my hand and stared down into her eyes.

  She took a moment to think about it, playfully acting as if she were actually considering just keeping her seat. Finally, with a sly smile, she stood up and took my hand.

  “Let’s go home, Mr. D.”

  22

  Mr. D

  I’d wanted Corrine back in my bed for days now, and my desire had only grown even more as we spoke so openly over dinner. It took everything I had not to sweep her into my arms on the side of the road and have my way with her before we reached my place. But I wasn’t going to rush it and not give her the sensual and seductive, that we both needed, to set the balance right again. Our last sexual experience had been a hate fuck, and I wanted to correct the wrong. Tonight, I didn’t want to just have sex with her. I wanted to make love to her.

  Once we reached the bedroom, I let go of Corrine’s hand to light a candle on the nightstand. It
gave just enough light to cast us in a soft, romantic glow. When I turned to face her again, my heart skipped a beat. Corrine was pure perfection sprawled out naked on the bed. The time away from me left her hungry, wanting, and ready. We were on the same page in that regard. Wide, sultry eyes watched me undress before her.

  I towered over her, placing my palms on the mattress. “I love when you look at me that way.”

  Corrine arched her body, attempting to make contact with my chest. “And how am I looking at you?” she questioned, gazing even deeper into my eyes.

  “Like you belong to me.” I lowered my face to hers, nipping at her lips. “You’re mine, Corrine. Others may not know it yet, but it’s only a matter of time. Mine,” I murmured against her mouth.

  My gaze locked on hers before I flipped her over on her stomach. My hands rested on her hips as I compressed the full weight of my chest against her back. I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered, “I like seeing the firmness of this bare ass… waiting for me.”

  Corrine moaned softly and lifted her bottom to press against the hardness of my cock. “I love feeling you pressed against me.” Her voice was almost a purr.

  “You were so beautiful at dinner being honest and more real than any woman I’ve ever met,” I whispered while one hand traveled to the silky smoothness of her sex. My fingertip pressed past the folds and dipped into her warmth.

  Corrine cried out as my finger gently prodded in and out of her wetness.

  “I don’t want you to leave this bed again,” I growled into her ear. Her wetness intensified as she ground against my hand, urging me on.

  “I’m here as long as you’ll have me,” she moaned, her muscles tensing as she neared the edge. “Yes… I want to be yours. Only yours.”

  “Cum for me. I want to feel you cum against my hand.”

  That was all it took. I held her body tight against mine as she climaxed, absorbing the passionate spasms of her release.

  With one fluid motion, I rolled her over and drove my hardness deep within. Corrine’s head flew back as she cried out. Her fingers clutched desperately at my back. The sound of her pleasured cry triggered a desire to hear her moans over and over again. I could think of nothing else but rocking into her until her cries became a scream of ecstasy.

  Corrine wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me deeper within. “D…” she gasped before bringing her lips to mine.

  I thrust my tongue past her lips as I drove in and out of her heat. I closed my eyes, soaking in the sensation of wave after wave of pleasure that washed over me. I groaned against her lips as my climax began to escalate.

  I eased back and thrust into her again, drawing the desired scream to escape past our kiss. She arched against me, tilting her hips up as I pressed deeper and harder.

  When Corrine screamed out my name, her muscles pulsating around my cock, it was all I needed to pump my release deep within her.

  I allowed the sounds of her passion to push me over the edge. I allowed the sensations of satisfaction, strength, and love, to wash over me.

  We slept, we caressed, we kissed, we made love again, and then we slept once more. It was a broken record repeating, and I never planned to fix it.

  When I woke up, I saw the glass slider open and Corrine standing naked, overlooking the fountain outside.

  My lower body seized with a deep longing to have her again. Corrine’s long hair blanketed down her naked back, almost reaching her luscious backside. The delicate curve of her bottom made me hungry for more.

  I wanted her now.

  I walked to the balcony to join her. Taking a quick moment to adjust to the chill of the morning air, I moved to where she stood.

  Wrapping my arms around her body, I murmured against her cool neck, “I woke up and you were gone. Don’t leave me again.”

  She turned her head to look over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “And if I do?” she teased as she pressed her bottom to my hardness.

  I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her tighter against me. She didn’t resist, but instead, positioned her body so that her ass rested against my lengthening desire.

  “I would have to punish you,” I said with a nip to her ear. “And I would love every second of it.”

  Corrine released a soft moan, tilting her head back in sweet surrender. She pressed her ass even closer, allowing the tip of my erection to enter past her tiny back hole. Not all the way, but enough to feel the tight heat of her taboo channel. I splayed my hands across her bare mound and toyed with her clit, swirling my fingertip in circles the way I knew she loved. I was beginning to understand every inch of Corrine’s body and had mastered the skill of causing her body to hum.

  I was a good student, determined to study hard.

  “Then I’ll just have to accept my punishment like a good girl,” she replied, sighing contentedly.

  With the tip of my penis still teasing her entrance, I growled, “Maybe taking you here is exactly the punishment you deserve.”

  I twirled her to face me, my hands hugging the roundness of her behind. Inhaling deeply, intoxicated by her scent, I moaned.

  I slipped a finger under her chin and tipped her face up to me. My lips met hers. They were smooth and soft, cool from her morning outing to the deck. I couldn’t help pressing forward, driving my ready cock against her heat.

  The kiss was much like the ones we had shared, yet there was something different about it. There was a new hunger, a new want. When my arms slipped around her waist, my finger sliding into the crevice of her behind, there was no tension or tightening from her. Every inch closer my finger got to her puckered hole, her body seemed to soften against mine. With a hungry press of my fingertip into her tightness, her full submission was obvious. This vixen hungered for this, and I needed to make sure she never hungered again.

  As I guided her back inside the room so we could explore a new step in our relationship, the doorbell rang.

  We both froze. It was early in the morning, so an unexpected guest seemed even more unlikely at this hour.

  “Someone’s at the door,” Corrine whispered, her voice laced in panic.

  “Ignore it,” I said, feeling my stomach drop.

  I had no idea who it could be. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw it wasn’t quite 6:00 a.m. yet. There was no way it could be Shelly even if she hadn’t taken my calling it off seriously. It was too early.

  The doorbell rang again, followed by a pounding on the door.

  I reached for my sweats quickly and pulled them on. I then reached for my shirt as I really didn’t feel like opening the door bare-chested. Corrine had reached for her own shirt and sweats and was getting dressed as quickly as she could.

  “Just stay here,” I said. “I’ll go check it out.”

  When I approached the door and looked out the peephole, I didn’t recognize the woman on the other side. It wasn’t someone I knew. It didn’t appear to be law enforcement or anything in the emergency nature. Wrong place possibly?

  I opened the door. “Can I help you?”

  “Drew Dawson?” she asked, and the minute she spoke, and I got a good look at her, I knew who she was.

  Corrine’s mother.

  “Ms. Parker. How can I help you?” I had no intentions of inviting her in, so whatever she had to say to me would have to be done on my doorstep.

  “I’m assuming my daughter’s here,” she said.

  Fuck.

  “How did you find out where I live?” I needed to stall to figure out how to handle this situation. I could lie, but she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t already know the answer to that question.

  “I know people in Black Mountain, and when Corrine wasn’t at the house when I arrived… well, it wasn’t hard.” She looked over my shoulder and then back at me. “Are you going to let me inside or shall I call the school board concerned over my daughter’s whereabouts?”

  Sighing deeply, I opened the door all the way and stepped aside.

/>   She marched in with full confidence and called out, “Corrine, come on. Get your stuff. We’re leaving.”

  Corrine walked out of my bedroom with wide eyes and open mouth. “Mom? What are you doing here?”

  “Cleaning up another one of your messes.” She pointed at me. “I got a call from Mr. Dawson and was forced to cut my trip short to deal with this.” She glanced at Corrine’s bare feet. “You have shoes? Come on, let’s get out of here. We have a flight to catch in a couple of hours, and you still need to pack.”

  “Flight? To where?” Corrine asked. “I can’t just leave. I have school.” Corrine looked at me with worry washed all over her face. “If I miss any more school, I won’t graduate.”

  “Oh, you’ll graduate,” Cora snapped. “Mr. Dawson is going to make damn sure of it. Aren’t you, Mr. Dawson?”

  “She really needs to finish out the year. There isn’t much time left—”

  “I would hate to get the board involved in this matter,” she interrupted.

  “Where are we going?” Corrine asked. “I don’t want to leave Black Mountain right now.”

  “You’re going back to St. Mary’s for a much longer duration this time.” She looked me over and then said between clenched teeth. “Clearly the last visit didn’t take.”

  Corrine took a step back in retreat. “I don’t need to go back there. I’m fine.” She darted her eyes to me and then to her mother. “I know how this looks, but it’s different. It’s not what you think?”

  Cora didn’t even look at me but said, “Mr. Dawson, how old are you?”

  I didn’t answer.

  Cora then asked, “And Corrine, how old are you?” When Corrine didn’t respond right away, she added, “At least you didn’t burn down this man’s house. I’m clearly getting off cheap by coming before you do.” She then spun on her heels to face me head on. “And you! Are you a fool? I told you over the phone all about Corrine, and yet… here you are. With her!”